The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-04-24

Sometimes one has good cause for thinking
that they have value. At other times we
have still better reasons for believing other
wise. One never can settle upon the things
of SO invisible kingdom"
Bernardino made the marble block into o
half nude statue without u model or any
thing else to guide him but his recollection
Of the woman of his dream. The face was
spiritually fine and subtle, but the form
though dainty in its extrenities was volup-
tuously round otherwise. There was some
thing, though, so pure, sweet and modest
about it that it suggested the lilies to those
who saw it before they were acquainted
with the young artists intention.
All Florence united in pronouncing it a
great creation, and all the country rang
with BernardinO's praises None greeted
him with warmer applause than Tornello,
his master.
Nov, dear" he said, "I am content.
Every possible temptation has been thrust
upon you, and you have resisted them all.
Even praise has not spoiled you. You are
safe-safe from the harm of women-safe
from everything which could do you hurt
No man who lives can call you second to
him. You are foremost in art as well as
foremost in virtue"
AT that very moment i'll Roman wine
room, through whose open windows could
be seen the yellow Tiber another great
from Florence, where he had been, with
many others, to see Bernardino's statue of
the lily queen. As he was finishing his din
ner his wine was brought him by Young
woman, at sight of whom the artist
sprang to his feet with q loud cry of sur
prise.
who are youF' he exclaimed when he
could get bis breath.
What ails youF cried the woman; care
you i'll; You look at me as if you thought
l had the plague"
"Who are yonH' he repeated
"Only a wantOn,n she answered, scOwl-
ing and Struggling her shoulders but
what of that: There are plenty who are
worse than l..
The artist sighed.
You are exactly like Bernardino's
statue. Were you his model You and his
lily queen could not be more alike, in face
and figure, were you both cut from the
same block
The woman moved swiftly away, with a
strange light in her eyes. When the artist
next went TO thai wine room she was gone.
In the next three months, all that hui
manity can devise for the honoIing of fa-
vored one was done for Bernardino And
he bore it all with the mo1esty and SIM
plcity which had marked his first utter
ance to TOrGellO One night at an artists
frOlic in the young mans studio, they pro
posed crowning him with laurel wreath.
NO" said To,nello, ''let it be a lily
wreath instead
"How can we?" cried a yellow-haired
Saxon, a painter Of exquisite portraits.
This is not the lily season.
''It is always the lily season here" an
swered T0rnellO, bringing out the wreath of
lilies which was the first Of Berrardinos
work that he ever saw. You can crown
him with ilies-you can crown him with
this. 1t is the work of his hands, and IL is
SO light and perfect that it will wcll become
the brow of its creator"
The Saxon and the others caught up the
wreath, but Belnardino took it from their
hands and placed it at the feet of his won
derful statue.
''Let it lie there, rather" he said. with the
merry laugh of a cOntented boy. Behold!
My very earliest, and my very latest, work
in FlOrencem
Tornello shuddered.
"What is itn' asked Bernarlino, step
ping forward and taking the master by the
hands.
81 scarcely know. There was a chill in
my marrow when you spoke then-as if you
were moved by the spirit of prophecy"